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Sally Ann Finds Herself 

AN EIGHTH GRADE PLAY 
In Two Acts 



BY 



LINDSEY BARBEE 



AUTHOR OF 

'After the Game," "At the End of the Rainbow," "The Call of Wohelo,'* "The 

Camouflage of Shirley," "The Dream that Came True," "The Fifteenth 

of January," "How Beth Won the Camp Fire Honors," "The 

Kingdom of Heart's Content," "Sing a Song of Seniors," 

"The Thread of Destiny," "A Trial of Hearts," "A 

Watch, a Wallet, and a Jack of Spades," "The 

Whole Truth," "Let's Pretend— A Book 

of Children's Plays," Etc. 




CHICAGO 

T. S. DENISON & COMPANY 

Publishers 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF 



CAST OF CHARACTERS. 
For Four Boys and Six Girls 

(Named in order of appearance.) 

Esther The Brainy 

Frances The Basketball Captain 

Marie The Coquette 

Bill '. . .A Pessimist 

Tom An Optimist 

Vivien The Vivacious 

Sally Ann JVho Saves the Game 

Ted j Pals 

Jack.... j 

Miss Foster The Domestic Science Teacher 

Time — The Present. 
Place — The Foxcourt Grade School. 
. Time of Playing — One and One-half Hours. 

Act I. The Domestic Science Room. 
Act II. One End of the Foxcourt Gymnasium. 

copyright, 1920, BY LINDSEY BARBEE 
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©CI.D 5 54 19 



SEP -7 1920 



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SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 3 

STORY OF THE PLAY. 

Sally Ann didn't fit in. She couldn't help it — for she was 
shy, awkward, and didn't seem to understand the gay ways 
and the thoughtless chatter of the other girls. Two interests, 
however, she possessed — a dogged persistency in basketball 
and a do'glike devotion to Frances, the basketball captain. 
The loss of a ring throws suspicion upon Frances ; and 
Sally Ann, in order to save her, confesses to the theft. The 
eventful game between Foxcourt and Cottwol results in 
a victory for Foxcourt, won by Sally Ann's clever plays ; 
and, at a subsequent feast, the missing ring is discovered 
in a delicious cake into which one of the excited young 
cooks has unconsciously stirred it. 



SYNOPSIS FOR PROGRAM. 

Act L The preparations for the basketball game, con- 
ducted by the domestic science class, result in the comedy 
of unexpected guests and the tragedy of a lost ring. 

Act IL Sally Ann, in the joy of the unexpected, hears 
the wished-for "What's the matter with Sally Ann ?" And, 
as a climax to her own little romance, Ted discovers the 
missing ring. 



COSTUMES AND CHARACTERS. 

In the first act, the girls (with the exception of Sally Ann 
who wears a gymnasium suit in both acts), appear in pretty 
aprons and caps over their schools dresses ; in the second 
act, Frances is, of course, in basketball suit and the others 
in simple school gowns. Miss Foster wears apron and cap 
in the first act and a simple gown in the second. The 
boys are in the usual school garb. 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 



LIST OF PROPERTIES. 

Blackboard. ^^^ ^^ 

Five wooden chairs. 

Rack with towels. 

One small table with dishpan and various cooking utensils. 

One long table. 

Towel for Frances. 

Mixing bowl of batter and ring for Marie. 

Tray of small cup cakes for Vivien. 

Cap for Bill. 

Act II 

Chairs, banners, etc. ^ 

Blackboard stand and chalk. 
Tray of lemonade in glasses for Tom. 
Plates of cakes for Vivien and Marie. 
Cake with ring inside for Ted. 



SCENE PLOT. 
Act I. 



vw. ,„,., Window 

Window Blackboard □Chair 

,OChair 




ChairOy \ 

Table\ \ O Chai 



Door 



LI 



Act II, 



Extension 
of Stage 



Blackboard 



Chair 

□ 

ChairO 

Chair O^ 
Chair O' 



STAGE DIRECTIONS. 

R. means right of stage; C, center; R. C, right center; 
L., left; up stage, away from footlights; down stage, near 
footlights. The actor is supposed to be facing the audience. 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF 



Act I. 

The curtain rises upon one end of a domestic science 
roofn, with just enough pretty ivhite-aproned, white-capped 
maidens to give the proper atmosphere. Two open windows 
at the hack of the stage through luhich may he seen a land- 
scape drop, look out upon the playground, hetween them is 
a hlackhoard upon zvhich is written in a plain and pedagogi- 
cal hand — The Mission of the Ideal Woman Is to Make 
THE Whole World Homelike. Under this vital truth is 
inscribed the following recipe : 

CUP CAKE. 

3/2 c. hutter. 2 tsp. haking powder. 

Yz c. sugar. 4 eggs. 

1 c. milk. 1 tsp. flavoring. 

3 r. flour. 

A trifle down right stage is a small table which is adorned 
by a shining dishpan — warm, and sudsy and steaming. Still 
farther front is a rack upon which are hung immaculate 
dish tozvels. Hard, uncomfortable and inartistic chairs are 
placed on either side of the hlackhoard, while three others, 
distinctly related, are around a long, wooden table which is 
placed dozmi left stage. Esther_, conscientiously removing 
all stains from, pans, egg beaters, cups, spoons and bowls, 
presides over the shining dishpan; while Frances^ reclining 
in the nearby chair, flourishes a dish towel as she dries the 
aforesaid articles. Marie, perched on the other table, vig- 
orously stirs a mysterious compound in a fascinating yellow 
bowl. Such miniature cooks as they are — saucy caps on 
pretty heads, dainty aprons over dainty dresses, puckered 
brozvs and sage expressions — doing their best to assume the 
charming air of domesticity. 

Esther {defiantly flourishing an egg beuter). I shall 
never, never marry ! {As Frances appears only slightly in- 

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6 SALLY AXX FINDS HERSELF. 

terested she repeats emphatically.) I shall never marry, I 
say! 

Frances {indifferently). I heard you. 

Marie. Good gracious, Esther! What makes you talk 
like that? 

Esther. I mean it. Cooking for all these boys has made 
marriage very unattractive. 

Marie. But when you marry you cook just for one 
man. I don't see the point. 

Esther {firmly). The principle is the same, Marie. 

Frances. Anybody would think that you had done all 
the cooking. 

Esther. I have done more than you, Frances, and you 
know^ it. 

Frances. \\h\ shouldn't you do more when I have all 
the responsibility of the basketball team upon my shoulders ? 
That's worse than fussing with a lot of old pans and kettles. 

Esther. I don't see why we feed those boys anyway. 
Just think of all the pans of lovely little cakes waiting to 
be gobbled up by a lot of savages. 

Marie. / think it's nice to feed them. 

Esther. Of course you do. Boys are your specialty. 

Marie. Well 1 get more fun out of them than you do 
out of brains. 

Esther. Nonsense. 

Marie. And lots more fun than Frances does out of 
basketball. 

Frances. That's not so and you know it. I'd rather 
play basketball than — than — well — anything. 

Marie. Even when you're going to be beaten ? 

Frances. We'll not be beaten. 

Marie. Well of course I don't know, but everybody says 
that you Zinll. 

Frances. \\^ho's everybody f 

Marie. Well — just everybody 

Frances. You make me tired, Marie. You couldn't 
throw a ball into a basket to save your life ; and you 
haven't enough pep to stand up for your own team. 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 7 

Marie. I do stand up for my own team. 

Esther. Well it doesn't sound like it. What interests 
you is that crowd of greedy boys. 

Marie. It strikes me that you're pretty unpatriotic your- 
self. It's the last big basketball game of the season and it's 
perfectly proper that we should celebrate. And if the school 
has decided that the domestic science girls shall bake the 
little cakes and make the lemonade, I don't see why we 
should fuss about it. 

Frances (flinging dozvn the dish fozi'el). Thank good- 
ness, tliafs over. I've dried enough kitchen stuff to stock a 
hotel. 

Esther {aggrieved). But you've been sitting most of 
the time, and I've been standing all afternoon. Why, my 
knees are all wobbly and I can just feel my feet all spreading 
out where they oughtn't to! (As she zvrings out her dish 
cloth.) I think you might empty the dishpan for me. 

Frances. Glad to be of service — though I do not intend 
to walk the length of the room in order to reach the sink. 
{Takes pan and turns to unndozv.) I'm saving my energy 
for basketball. 

Esther (gasping). Oh, Frances, you wouldn't dare I 
(And as if overivhehncd by the daring, she hurriedly crosses 
to Marie.) 

Frances. Of course I dare. 

Marie (standing at center in her excitement). Miss Fos- 
ter would be furious. 

Frances. Miss Foster won't see me. (And zi'ith an air 
of braz'ado, she mounts the chair and recklessly throzvs the 
zvater out of the zcindozv.) There! 

Immediately from outside there rises a hozd of rage. 
Frances, zinth the dishpan, collapses on the nearby chair 
and Esther zuith an I-told-you-so air exclaims "Nozv you've 
done it!' Out of the deluge there appears a tousled head 
zvhich belongs to a very indignant young gentleman named 
Bill. Bill's shoulders are plentifully sprinkled, and he 
flourishes a sud-soaked cap as he clambers onto the zmndozv 
seat. 



8 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

Frances (complacently). Oh, are you all that I hit? 

Bill. I'll tell Miss Foster. 

Frances. Oh, no you won't. For if you do I'll tell who 
set back the clocks. 

Bill. Miss Foster doesn't allow dish water to be thrown 
out the window. 

Frances. And when, may I ask, has the principal of the 
school allowed anybody to put back the clock ? 

Bill. Your old basketball team is going to be defeated. 

Frances. Oh, is it? 

Bill. Why the fellows say those Cottwol girls are regu- 
lar battering rams. 

Frances. Oh, are they? 

Bill. And you know you people are weak — you know it". 

Esther. Such a nice, encouraging thing to say ! And 
it's your own school team you're talking about. 

Marie. And not very polite when all of the boys are 
asked to be guests. (Sits right of long table mith her back 
to him.) 

Esther. Here we've been cooking for you all afternoon. 
(And she perches defiantly on the table.) 

Bill (visibly impressed). Say, is that right? 

Marie. And we are even planning to make oodles of 
lemonade. 

Bill. Bully ! 

Esther. Then to think that you'd run down our team, 
talk rudely to our captain — and act like a hoodlum. 

Bill (alarmed). Now, look here. / didn't say those 
things. Fm just repeating what the fellows said. 

Frances (sarcastically) . And of course all the time the 
fellows were knocking, you stood by and gave three cheers 
for the team. 

Bill. I did tell 'ein to wait and see. 

Marie. How sweet of you ! 

Esther. We do appreciate it. \A'ell, it isn't necessary for 
you to wait and see — if we have any cakes for you. 

Bill. Do I look like a grafter? 

Frances. More like a drowned rat. 



SALLY ANN FINDS HEI^SELF. 9 

Bill. Don't be sassy, Frances. 

Frances. And don't be snooping around our windows 
or you're liable to get more dish water. 

Bill (angrily). I'm going. 

Esther. Nobody even asked you to come. 

Bill. And you'll be sorry for all this. (And, zvith this 
threat he disappears.) 

Marie. What did he mean by that ? 

Frances. Nothing. He's just trying to scare us. 

Esther. And is probably planning to root for the other 
team. Horrid old thing! 

Frances (joining Esther and Marie). Honest to good- 
ness, girls, I am scared. 

Marie. What do you mean? 

Frances. Just what I say. I don't believe our Fox- 
court team has a chance in the world. 

Esther. Frances! 

Frances. Oh, I won't let anybody else know that I have 
the least little bit of fear. But I have just the same. 

Marie (conscience-stricken). I was just joking when 
I said we should be beaten. Why, we've won every game so 
far. 

Frances. Yes, but we've played easy teams. Cottwol is 
downright professional. 

Esther. But zve have good players. 

Frances. Isabel's knee is a fright ; it's liable to give 
out at any moment. Grace loses her head when she 
shouldn't ; and the home guards are poor. 

Marie. But we must win. 

Frances (grimly). I'll do my best. 

Esther. Are the subs any good? 

Frances. Not good enough to win a game. (Pauses). 
I'm going to ask Sally Ann to sub. 

Marie. Sally Ann? 

Esther. Why, she's on the second team. 

Frances. She can make baskets just the same, 

Marie. She ought to by this time. She practices her 
throws every single spare moment she has. 



10 SALLy ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

Esther. And she's first on the field at every practice. 

Frances. And she never loses interest. That's worth 
a lot. 

Esther. Do ask her to sub, Frances. She would love it. 

Info the aperture of the left window a rosy, smiling face 
rises like a full moon, as Tom jauntily perches on the sill. 

Tom. Hullo, girls! 

KsTUKR (jumping from table) . Good gracious, Tom. It's 
not fair to scare us to death. 

Tom. Hope I'm not interrupting. 

Frances. We're just talking basketbaU. 

Tom. All ready for tomorrow? 

Frances. All ready to win. 

Tom. That's the stuff. Give it to those Cottwol girls 
hot and heavy ; they like themselves too much. 

Esther (as she crosses to him and seats herself m the 
chair by w^indow). Do you think we'll win? 

Tom. Of course we'll win. 

Frances (eagerly). You really think so? 

Tom. Why not ? Chances are even ; you're playing on 
home ground ; you've got the right spirit ; and we boys will 
yell our heads off for you. 

Marie (sighing). Oh, Tom, you're such a comfort. 

Tom. How's that? 

Marie. You're not croaking and you're not telling us 
that we haven't a chance. 

Tom (indignantly) . Of course I'm not. 

Frances (standing back of Marie). Well, it's been done, 
and not so very long ago. 

Tom (chuckling) . So that's what happened to Bill. 

Frances. A pan of dish water is what happened to him. 

Tom. Then no wonder he's mad. 

Frances. It was accidental dish water, and anybody who 
runs down his own school deserves it. 

Tom. You bet he does. We fellows will pummel his 
head for him, all right, all right. 

Esther. Treat it gently. There isn't much in it. 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 11 

Tom. We all can't have your brains, Esther. (Sniffs.) 
Gee — but it smells pretty good around here. 
Marie. Doesn't it? 
Tom. Cake, I bet. 

And, as if in anszver to his surmise, the door opens and 
Vivien appears — Vivien, Unshed, triumphant and self- 
conscious, zi'itJi a large tray of very smelly, and beautiful, 
little cup cakes. 

Vivien. Look ! Aren't they the prettiest things you've 
ever seen? I've been showing them off to everybody. 

Tom. They're ripping. 

Vivien. And they're just as good as they're pretty. 

Tom. Let's prove it. 

Vivien. Not until tomorrow, young man. 

Tom {laughing). You look just like that old Mother 
Goose pieman that we used to hear about when we were 
kids. 

Vivien. Then, Tommy, you must be Simple Simon. 

Tom. If that's so — *'let me taste your ware." 

Vivien. ''Show me first your penny." 

Frances. Oh, come now, Viv — give him one. He's been 
cheering us up and needs something in return. 

Vivien. In that case, Simple Simon, you may have your 
choice. {Crosses and holds out the tempting tray. Tom 
selects with great care.) I just knew you'd take the biggest 
one. 

Tom. Why not? You're not planning to make any return 
trip. 

Vivien {as she places the tray on the table and seats her- 
self opposite Marie). My — but you're slow. 

Marie {complacently). I like to be slow — and even if 
the rest of you have finished, / don't mind. 

Vivien. I saw you put a whole cup of sugar in that bowl, 
Marie, and {pointing to the blackboard) the recipe calls for 
half that amount. 

Marie. Well — what difference does it make ? Some boys 
need more sweetening than others and they may have my 
cakes. {Dubiously.) It is a little mixed, I'm afraid. 



12 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

Vivien. You're what's mixed. 

Marie (gaily). But why should I worry over too much 
sugar or two few eggs ! (As Vivien giz'es a horrified gasp.) 
Yes, I'm afraid I made a mistake in the eggs, Viv. I never 
could count. 

Tom (disposing of the last crumb). Gee — but that was 
a corker ! Sure you're going to feed us with them tomorrow ? 

Vivien. Sure. 

Tom. Then I'm off to tell the fellows. So-long. (And 
he disappears.) 

Marie. There is certainly a difference in boys, isn't 
there ? 

Esther. Maybe so — but I'm still not quite sure that any 
one of them is worth cooking for. 

Frances. Neither am I. 

Vivien. Well / cook for the sake of cooking. I love 
all the little shiny spoons and cups and pans ; I adore the 
egg-beaters ; and I am perfectly happy when I have a 
darling little skillet in my hand ! 

Esther (groaning). You're welcome to them — all of 
them. 

Frances. Do you feel the same way about brooms, 
mops and vacuum cleaners? 

Vivien. I'm crazy about them. 

Esther. Viv! 

Vivien. And I'd rather clean house than — than — eat! 
(As howls of protest arise.) Yes, I should, too. 

Esther. My house shall be built on an inclined plane ; 
so that, at spring cleaning time, all I need do is to turn the 
hose on it. (Drags her chair to the table.) 

Vivien. How — perfectly — disgraceful ! 

Frances. Save some of your pep for the game, Viv. We 
need it. 

Vivien. Won't I though? Pepper for cooking and pep 
for everything. That's my motto. 

Frances (as she takes the towel from the small table 
and spreads it on the rack). If there's nothing else for me 
to do I'll hang up the dish towel and take my departure. 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 13 

Vivien. Have you washed that dish towel? 

Frances. No — and I'm not going to. 

Vivien (severely). You'll never be a housekeeper, 
Frances, — a good housekeeper I mean — if you neglect your 
dish towel. 

Frances. Haven't time to wash it — I'm due in the gym. 

Vivien. You'll find your crush there. 

Frances. My crush? 

Vivien. You know whom I mean. Sally Ann. 

Frances. What makes you call her my crush? 

Vivien. Because she is. She's crazy about you — and you 
know it. 

Frances. Crushes are silly. 

Vivien. That may be — but they happen just the same. 

Frances. And Sally Ann isn't silly. 

Vivien. But I repeat — she's crazy about you. If I had 
somebody to follow me about and to gaze at me all the time, 
I'd be flattered to death. 

Marie (sighing). Poor Sally Ann! 

Frances (sharply). Why do you say poor Sally Ann? 

Marie. Because she isn't a bit like us. 

Frances. Maybe she doesn't want to be. 

Marie. Oh yes she does. Any girl would want to be 
like us. 

Esther. You conceited thing! 

Marie. You know what I mean. 

Vivien (seriously). I think / do. (Pauses.) She's 
never quite in things, is she ? 

* Marie. Never. Sometimes she doesn't even seem to 
speak our language. 

Frances. Perhaps she doesn't approve of slang. 

Marie. Don't be catty, Frances. You use it, too. 

Frances. Of course I do. 

Marie. And then she's so dreadfully shy. 

Frances. She's lived in a little bit of a place and hasn't 
had half a chance^ Who wouldn't be shy? 

Esther. And her clothes are so dowdy! 



14 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

Vivien. She's poor — dreadfully poor. I heard Miss 
Foster say so. 

Marie. Really ? Poor Sally Ann ! 

Esther {thoughtfully^) . I wonder if we've been quite 
fair to her. 

Vivien. Miss Foster said something else, too. I don't 
exactly understand what she meant. 

Frances. What did she say? 

Vivien. She said that as soon as Sally Ann awoke to 
the realization of being a factor in the eternal scheme of 
things, she'd find herself. 

Marie {ivrinkluig her brow). How did you ever re- 
member such a long, queer sentence? 

Vivien. Well, I just did — that's all. 

Marie. And whatever in the world does it mean? 

Frances {after a pause). I think I know. 

Marie. Then tell us. 

Frances. Well — I know I can do almost anything in 
basket ball — so I've found m3^self there. And Vivien's a 
born cook — so she's found herself there. 

Vivien. And Esther's a shark at her studies — so she has 
found herself. 

Marie. And what about me? Being no athlete, no stu- 
dent and no cook — 

Vivien. You're merely good and beautiful, my dear — 
and you know it. 

Frances. So you see, Sally Ann has been so long on the 
sidelines that we don't expect her to be a part of the fun. 

Esther. Then we must get her into the game — and help 
her to find herself. 

Vivien. How shall we go about it? 

Marie. Let — me — see. Her two great interests are 
Frances and basket ball. {Pauses.) It's rather up to you, 
Frances. 

And just then the door opens and Sally Ann, in basket 
ball attire, stands timidly upon the threshold. Sally Ann 
is a mingling of shyness and amiability. She is not quite at 
home with the girls and yet she wants to be; she has the 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 15 

sweetest disposition in the zvorld if one can but discover it; 
under her passive exterior the fire of ambition burns bright- 
ly ; and she longs for the opportunity zvhich will give her the 
coveted place in the school zvorld. 

Vivien. Hush — here she is. 

Sally Ann {glancing at Frances in dog-like devotion). 
I want to speak to Frances. 
- Marie {jokingly). Won't I do as well? 

Esther. Or I ? 

Vivien. And are you sure that it's Frances you want to 
see? {Pointing to her tray of cakes.) Look what I have. 

Sally Ann {who doesn't quite understand their gay 
banter). But it's about basket ball. 

Vivien. And, of course, a perfectly good cake doesn't 
stand a bit of a show along side of basket ball. Well — trot 
along to Frances. 

{And as Vivien, Esther, and Marie engage in an ani- 
mated conversativn, Sally Ann crosses to the Adored One 
who is still at right of stage.) - 

Frances. How many baskets, Sally Ann ? 

Sally Ann. 'Most every one. 

Frances. Honest? 

Sally Ann {smiling happily). Honest. {Shyly after a 
pause.) I wanted to tell you about it. 

Frances. Well you are coming on ! 

Sally Ann {anxiously) . Do you think so — do you really 
think so? 

Frances. I'm so sure of it that I'm about to put you in as 
a sub for tomorrow. {As Sally Ann gazes at her in be- 
zmldertnent.) What's the matter? Don't you want to sub? 

Sally Ann. Want to? Why — why — I've just dreamed 
about it. 

Frances. Then dream a little harder and try to make the 
team. 

Sally Ann. Do — you — think — there — is — a — chance? 

Frances. I think there is a lot of chance. 

Sally Ann {clasping her hands ecstatically) . Oh — if I 
only could — if I only could! Sometimes I shut my eyes 



16 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

and imagine that I'm — really — a part of it all, that I'm run- 
ning across the room bouncing the ball — that — that — (hesi- 
tates.) 

Frances. That zi*hat? 

Sally Ann. That everybody is shouting; "What's the 
matter with Sally Ann ?" Oh, Frances, if I could ever hear 
that, I'd die — just die — of joy. 

Frances. Nothing like dying for joy must happen around 
here, Sally Ann. Why — I need you. 

Sally Ann. Need — me? 

Frances. Very, very much. (Pauses.) I'm worried. 

Sally Ann. About the team? 

Frances. About the team. We're weak — and you know 
just how weak — and I'm afraid — for tomorrow. 

Sally Ann. Don't talk like that — don't. For we're go- 
ing to win. 

Frances. I wish that I felt that way, Sally Ann. 

Sally Ann. But you mttst feel that way — you must. If 
you dont, we'll lose. 

Frances (after a pause). Then I'll try. You'll help me? 

Sally Ann (impulsively grasping her hand). 1 promise 
— oh I promise. 

Vivien. Good gracious — but you're exclusive. Of course 
we can't talk basket ball but you might, at least, be sociable. 

Frances. I haven't time to be sociable — I'm off for 
practice. 

Esther. Again? 

Frances. Again. I need it. 

Sally Ann. Please don't. 

Frances. But, Sally Ann, think of the basket ball ! 

Sally Ann. I am thinking of it. You ought to rest. 

Frances (after a pause). Perhaps I ought. 

Esther. Sally Ann, you're a lion tamer. Frances never 
would have listened to us. 

Sally Ann (shyly). Frances would' do anything to 
help the team. 

Marie (holding out her hand to Frances a>)id Sally 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 17 

Ann as they approach). How do you like my new ring? 
The other girls seem to approve. 

Sally Ann. Oh — it's lovely. 

Frances (looking closely). It's the very prettiest ring 
I've ever seen. 

Marie. My uncle gave it to me ; it's very expensive. 

Vivien. Then you can sell it if you ever get into a tight 
place. 

Sally Ann. Would it bring that much money? 

Marie. Of course it would. 

Frances. I've wanted a ring like this all my life. 

Marie (suddenly gracious). Then you may wear it for 
a while. (Turning.) You may all wear it whenever you 
wish. 

Frances (as she slips the ring on her finger). Let me 
have it for tomorrow. 

Marie. Why tomorrow? 

Frances. The basket ball game of course. It will bring 
me luck. 

Marie. Not tomorrow, Frances. 

Frances. And why? 

Marie. Because I happen to want it myself. Some other 
time. 

Frances. Just as you say, then. 

Esther. My, but it's hot. (Rises and crosses to window 
at right.) Let's catch a stray breeze. 

Marie (following her and still grasping the mixing bowl). 
I need it. I've sat at that table until I'm half dead. (And 
she takes possession of the chair.) 

Vivien. I don't believe that cake of yours is half mixed. 
(Vivien follozvs Marie^ zvhile Sally Ann and Frances, 
as if attracted by the fate of the cake, join the group. 
Esther perches on tJie window sill.) 

Marie. You needn't slam my cake, Viv, for even if I 
don't use your double quick methods I get there all the same. 
I work slowly, I mix slowly, I bake slowly — but — believe 
me — (as she airily blozvs a kiss from her finger tips) what 
I cook isn't eaten slowly. 



18 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

And Esther, z(jho has been peering intently out the win- 
dow, turns and delivers a most impressive and a most dra- 
matic ''Sh/' For into the other window climb two sturdy ad- 
venturers, each eying the tray of cakes with a Columbus- 
Discovering-America eagerness. Tzd is in advance and his 
henchman Jack close at his heels. They scale the sill, they 
noiselessly drop upon the other side and are descending 
upon their prey when Vivien, indignantly resenting any at- 
tack on her handizvork, dashes forward pointing an accusing 
finger at the marauders. 

Vivien. How dare you! 

Ted. Gee whillikens, Viv. You might as well kill a fel- 
low as to scare him to death. 

Vivien. What are you doing here, Ted? 

Marie (za'ho has followed Vivien). And you^ Jack? 

Ted (grinning amiably). We've entered for the cooking 
class. 

Jack. Strikes me we entered for something else. 

Esther (joining the group). What shall we do with 
them ? 

Frances (as she and Sally Ann go down right of 
stage). Give them what they came for. 

Ted. Bully for you, Frances. I'll root my head off for 
your team tomorrow. 

Frances. That's what I wanted you to say. 

Jack. And I'll work every algebra problem in the book 
for you, Viv, just for one cake. Come, now — that's a fair 
offer. 

Vivien. How do you know they're my cakes ? 

Jack. You're the only one who could put out such good 
lookers. 

Vivien. After that, I suppose I may as well give in. Sit 
down. (And as she takes possession of the chair back of 
the table, the two unexpected guests seat themselves on 
either side of the table.) Now you may each have a cake. 
(And as hostess, she gracefully bestows them.) 

Jack. Just one? Marie is making some more, isn't she? 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 19 

Vivien (scornfully.) Marie's particular batch will be 
finished in time for our graduation exercises. (Esther, in 
the wny of moral support stands back of Vivien.) 

Marie. Oh — zvill it? In that case you're not interested. 

Jack. ^ You bet I'm interested. 

Ted. It's something to look forward to. So save me 
one, Marie. 

Marie (moving back to her chair by the zmndow). I 
don't promise anything — but I do know that these cakes 
of mine are going to be the best ever. 

(Sally Ann, embarrassed by the introduction of mas- 
culine society, quietly leaves the room. And Frances, who 
has foUozved Marie, murmurs, ''Here's your ring, Marie/' 
and lays the ring on the imndozv sill. Marie, in the excite- 
ment of her repartee zmth the boys, does not respond, and 
Frances returns to the group and seats herself at table.) 

Jack. What's in them? 

Vivien. Too much sugar. 

Marie. Which makes them just a little bit sweeter than 
your cakes, Viv. 

Vivien. Not enough eggs — 

Marie. Which makes them just a little bit different from 
anybody's cake. 

Vivien. And nobody knows what else she's stirred up 
with it. 

Marie. Pepper for saucy little boys, perhaps. 

Ted. Lemon for sour little girls, I'm sure. 

Esther (yazvning). And precious jewels for those who 
mind their own business. 

Jack. Never mind, Marie. I'm strong for your cakes. 

Vivien (indignantly). Well, I like that. I was just 
about to give you another one of mine — but now I won't. 

Jack. Don't fly off the handle, Viv. I was about to add 
that I was stronger for yours. 

Marie. Traitor! 

Jack. You know what it says about a bird in the hand 
and two in the bush, don't you? Hand 'em over, Vivien. 



20 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

(And Vivien, weak at the crucial moment and susceptible 
to the praise of her cooking, hands them over!) 

Ted. a lot of the Cottwol boys were over today. 

Frances {eagerly). What did they say about the team? 

Ted. What didn't they say? {With a grave shake of the 
head.) It must be a humdinger. 

Esther. I don't beheve a word of it. 

Jack. Neither do I. Lot of brag about those Cottwol 
kids. 

The door opens a hit — and Sally Ann appears, evidently 
agitated. 

Frances. But they can play basket ball. 

Ted. Sure they can. So can you. 

Frances. Their team work is great. 

Ted. Then break it up. 

Frances. How ? 

Ted. Rattle them. Make them lose their heads. 

Sally Ann {forgetting her timidity and suddenly appear- 
ing on the scene). Does that help — ^really help? 

Frances {in surprise). Why, Sally Ann! 

Ted. Sure it helps. Go to it, Sally Ann, and win out. 

Sally Ann {as if suddenly remembering her errand). 
Girls! Girls! Miss Foster is on the playground and she is 
coming in here! {Shuts the door behind her.) 

Esther. Heavens ! 

Vivien. She'll never forgive us for allowing you boys 
here. {Rises.) 

Marie. Forgive us? She'll give us zero — every one of 
us. 

Jack. Well, what do you suppose will happen to us? 

Ted {making a dive for the imndow). We'll be canned — 
that's all. 

Sally Ann {catching him). Don't go out the window — 
she's there. {Looks wildly about her.) Here! {And she 
drags the unresisting hero behind the rack of dish tozvels 
where he is screened front public view.) 

Frances. This way, Jack. {And the other miscreant is 
unceremoniously hustled under the table, ivhile Esther,, 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 21 

Frances and Vivien hurriedly seat themselves in the va- 
cated chairs and Sally Ann crosses to Marie as the door 
opens and) — 

Miss Foster^ trim, attractive and efficient, stands upon 
the threshold. The girls rise. 

Miss Foster. Why, girls! What has made you so late? 
(As she spies Marie^s mixing howl). My dear, surely 
you're farther along than that? 

Marie. I ought to be, Miss Foster, but I'm not. I just 
love to poke. 

Miss Foster {glancing at the almost empty tray). And 
Vivien — where are your cakes? 

Vivien. They were so good that they just had to be 
sampled. 

Miss Foster. But they were made for other people to 
sample. 

Vivien. I'm sorry, Miss Foster. 

Miss Foster. And I fear that none of you has been 
strictly observing the rules of the schoolroom. You all look 
excited — and flushed. 

Esther. Cooking is exciting, Miss Foster — and there's 
the basket ball game tomorrow. 

Miss Foster. Then why don't you all hurry through 
with your work and rest for the afternoon? 

{At zvhich exact point a loud and expansive sneeze comes 
from underneath the table.) 

Miss Foster. Dear me ! {As Vivien buries her face in 
her hands.) You must have taken cold, Vivien. Is there 
a draft somewhere? There must be, for the towels in the 
rack seem to be moving. 

{And without doubt some hidden emotion ruiHes the calm 
exterior of the aforesaid towels.) 

Vivien {hastily). Sneezing doesn't always mean a cold 
— at least not with me. Miss Foster. And the windows are 
open. It was so warm we felt that we needed the air. 

Miss Foster. It is a warm day — and for that reason 



22 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

you should hurry with the cooking and get out of the school- 
room. 

Marie. Fm all through but the baking — really I am. 

Miss Foster. Then bake quickly. The room must be 
in perfect order and all work finished within an hour. 

Marie. Yes, Miss Foster. (And Miss Foster, with a 
final scrutiny of a nozv peaceful room, opens the door and 
departs. The girls sink hack exhausted in their former 
seats.) 

Vivien. My knees are so wobbly I can't stand. (Leans 
over.) And it's all your fault, Jack. Surely you didn't have 
to sneeze. 

Jack (scrambling indignantly from his hiding place). I 
suppose you think I did it on purpose. Girls haven't a bit 
of sense. 

Esther. And boys haven't an ounce of gratitude. Here 
you interrupt our work, eat all our cakes — 

Jack. Didn't eat all — 

Esther. And almost get us into trouble. And if there's 
been any apology, / haven't heard it. 

Ted (detaching himself from the dish tozvels). Give us 
a chance to apologize — and another chance to get away. 
(Dashes to the zmndozv.) 

Esther (sarcastically). It would be wise, of course, to 
jump out' the window when Miss Foster is probably on the 
playground. 

Frances (zifho has opened the door and reconnoitered). 
This way ! The coast is clear. 

And, even as they made their entrance — stealthily and 
illegally — so the culprits heat an ignominious retreat. 
Hardly has the door closed hehind them zvhen it reopens 
and Ted's tousled head is thrust into the opening. 

Ted (grinning). We had a good time at the party. 
Thanks, awfully. 

(And this is positively his last appearance — for the 
present.) 

Vivien. I wonder if Miss Foster really suspected any- 
thing. 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 23 

Esther (emphaiically). Mercy, no. She would have 
been dreadfully angry. 

Sally Ann. Put I think she did suspect. 

Vivien. Why? 

Sally Ann. Because there was a twinkle in her eye. 

Frances (laughing). Also because Ted's shoes showed 
under the dish towels. 

Marie. Well — just for being such a sport about it — I'll 
bake her the finest lot of cakes ever exhibited by a member 
of the Foxcourt cooking class. (Comes to center.) 

Frances. And I'll have a few extra tries at the basket. 
Come on, Sally Ann. 

Marie. Don't forget to give me my ring — I want it. 

Frances. Your ring! Why, I did give it to you. 

Marie. Don't be funny, Frances. 

Frances. I'm not funny. I gave you the ring when you 
were over there by the window. 

Marie. You certainly did not. 

Frances. It was right after the boys came in, and I said, 
"Here's your ring, Marie," and laid it on the window sill. 

Marie (hurrying to the window and examining the sill). 
It isn't here. 

Esther (who has followed). We'll look outside. It 
may have fallen. (Leans out the windozv.) 

Vivien. Or inside. You may have knocked it off. 

Esther (after a moment). I can't see it; so, perhaps, 
someone has picked it up. 

Vivien (zvho, together zvith Frances and Sally Ann 
has been searching underneath the zvindozv). And it isn't 
here. 

Marie (in a sudden burst of anger). You didn't give 
it to me at all, Frances ; you just want to keep it until after 
the game. 

Frances. Marie! 

Marie (getting angrier). And it isn't fair of you when 
I want it myself. 

Frances. Do you really think that about me? 

Marie. What else oan I think ? Everybody saw me give 



2A SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

you the ring — nobody saw you return it. It isn't where 
you said you put it — it isn't outside — it isn't inside. Now, 
what's become of it? 

{There is a prolonged and painful pause; and then Sally 
Ann steps up to Marie.) 

Sally Ann. I took it, Marie. 

AND THE CURTAIN FALLS. 



Act II. 

07ie end of the school gymnasium is visible and the right 
stage is extended into the wings, so that it gives the appear- 
ance of a large room. From this extension all entrances 
and exits are made. The zvalls are draped with banners 
and at back of stage is a blackboard stand on which the 
following score is chalked: 

COTTWOL — 6 
FOX COURT — 

By this blackboard, Tom, armed with a piece of chalk, is 
stationed as official keeper of the score, and dozmi left stage 
are seated Marie_, Vivien and Esther^ in pretty, simple, 
girlish goums, waving banners of their chosen colors. Bill 
— evidently forgiven — together with Jack and Ted sprawl 
at their feet, and Sally Ann, a forlorn little figiire, is 
crouched at the very front of the stage. Before the curtain 
rises the Cottivol yell rends the silence and is anszvered by 
nine rahs and Foxcourt! It is zi^ell on in the second half ; the 
score is greatly in CottwoVs favor, and as yet Sally Ann 
has had no chance to substitute. 

Vivien. Six to nothing! I could just die of humiliation. 

Jack. Pretty tough luck! 

Esther (gloomily) . And not much chance for anything 
better. 

Ted. It's a rotten shame. 

Marie. Look at June Jeffry. She makes me tired. 

Bill. She's pretty. 

Marie (coolly). Oh, do you think so? Then of course 
you approve of her playing. 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 25 

Bill. I do. She's a real tornado. 

Esther. Did you ever see anything like Martha More's 
arms? Long, skinny things — no wonder that she can make 
baskets ! 

Jack. Look! Frances has the ball — she's thrown it to 
Pauline. (Pauses.) Hang it all! That Martha again. 

(And as Tom marks 8 to o on the telltale chart there 
comes the triumphant Cottwol yell. Ted, not to he outdone, 
jumps to Jiis feet and leads the answering taunt of the Fox- 
court team.) 

Vivien. Is our cheering getting a little weaker or is it 
just my imagination? 

Jack. Your imagination. The worse we play the louder 
we yell. 

Esther (groaning). Why doesn't Isabel guard that 
girl? 

Marie. Where are Pauline's eyes? 

Bill. And why don't those home guards wake up? 

Esther. I can't see anything but Martha More's long, 
skinny arm. 

Ted. Well — that long, skinny arm is doing all sorts of 
things to the Foxcourt score. 

Jack (excitedly) Look! The ball! It didn't make the 
basket. Good — good — Foxcourt has it. Pretty work — 
pretty work. (After a moment.) Oh, pshaw! 

Marie (pettishly). It does seem queer that not a single 
member of our team can make a basket. 

Ted (zi'ho is standing). Something's wrong — look! 
(They jump to their feet.) Somebody's down. 

Jack. It's Isabel. 

Vivien. Isabel! 

Esther. One of our best players, too. Now we are done 
for! 

Marie (after a moment). She must be dreadfully hurt 
— see — she can't stand. They're taking her off — and — 

Ted. Then let's give her a send off. 

And, with sympathetic enthusiasm for the stricken player, 
the Foxcourt followers join in nine tempestuous rahs end- 



26 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

ing with Isabel. As the rahs die away, Frances appears 
and crosses hastily to Sally Ann, who is standing down 
stage. 

Frances. Isabel's knee has given out and you are to take 
her place. 

Sally Ann {gasping feebly). I can't — I just can't — 
guard — that — ^girl ! 

Frances. You must. Remember that I'm depending 
upon you ; remember what you promised me. 

Sally Ann {after a struggle zmth her curse of timidity). 
I promise again, Frances. 

Frances. That's the proper spirit. Now keep Martha 
More from making any baskets. 

Sally Ann {smiling bravely). Of course I will! 

{And, folloived by another volley of cheers, the tzvo 
hasten back to the waiting team.) 

Bill {as they all settle back into their former positions}. 
Can that girl play ball ? 

Marie. Wait and see. {Sarcastically.) I believe that's 
what you told the Cottwol boys. 

Vivien. Just watch Martha turn up her nose at Sally 
Ann. 

Esther. Sally Ann looks scared to death. 

Marie. And I really don't believe that she'll help out 
a bit. 

Vivien. If we could only score once it would be some- 
thing. I hate to be whitewashed. 

Ted. Just look at that — just look at that! 

Marie. What? 

Jack. Sally Ann. Didn't you see her knock that ball 
away from Martha ? 

Ted. Frances has it. {A pause.) Hooray — ray ray! 

{And, amid unld cheers and demonstration from all, 
Tom changes the Foxcoiirt score to 2.) 

Bill. Watch Martha — she's mad. 

Jack. Mad as a thunder cloud. 

Vivien. Did you see her raise her eyebrows at June? 
That's a signal that passes between them. 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 27 

Esther. That's not the only thing that passes between 
them. Watch that ball. 

Ted. Good gracious — she's fumbled. 

Marie. Who's fumbled? 

Ted. Martha. 

Vivien. Sally Ann has the ball. She's rolled it to Frances. 

Esther. And Frances has thrown it to that stupid guard. 
(Groans.) Now, she'll never make the basket. 

Jack. But she has made it — she has! 

(And Tom joining in the general celebration and dancing 
wildly around, stops long enough to change the 2 to a 4.) 

Marie. Oh, we are doing well — and we're going to win ! 

Esther (grimly). We must win. 

Ted. Watch the game and stop your talking. 

Vivien. A foul! Would you ever believe it? (Excit- 
edly.) And Frances will throw. (Pauses.) It's in— it's in! 
(And the Foxcourt score creeps up to 5.) 

Marie. I'm too excited to cheer — I'm afraid of missing 
something. 

Bill. The Cottwol girls are getting rattled. 

Ted, All but Martha and June. They keep their heads. 

Jack. Another foul. Watch that basket! (Yelling 
wildly.) Pretty work, Sally Ann! 

(And the Foxcourt score changes to 6. By this time they 
are all standing, breathless and excited.) 

Vivien. Sally Ann is working by machinery — and her 
arm is jerking up and down like a piston rod. (As a tense 
silence ensues.) Oh-h-h ! 

Ted. Gosh — but that was some play of Pauline's. Think 
of a basket from that distance. 
(And Tom proudly flourishes the chalk as he marks 8.) 

Esther. We're even — we're even. 

Marie. And only a few minutes left. 

Vivien (half to herself). Oh, we must win — we must. 

Ted. This silence is dreadful. Nobody stops to cheer. 

(An-d only the deep gasps of the players are heard and 
the slap of their hands itpon the ball as it is tossed back and 
forth.) 



28 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

Jack. Martha and June are wild — look at 'em. Gee but 
that is a good ball — why — (zvhistles) did you see Sally Ann 
get it? Look at her now — look at her — look at her! (And 
in his excitement he assumes the position of the Flying 
Mercury and pivots gaily on one toe.) 

Ted {yelling zmldly). 10 to 8 in favor of Foxcourt! 
And time's up! What's the matter mith Sally Ami? 

{And, as the crowd yells hack, "She's all right," the three 
young gentlemen join Tom and without further ado dash 
wildly away to the scene of action.) 

Vivien {as the three girls come down stage). Did you 
see Sally Ann's clever play? 

Marie {hysterically). I saw her make the basket — 
that's enough. 

Vivien. As soon as she saw the ball thrown to Martha 
she jumped a little to one side as if to catch it. Martha, 
without thinking, did the same — and Sally Ann jumped 
back in time to get the ball and to make the basket. Why I 
never saw anything so quickly done! 

Esther. Sally Ann will never again be a nobody — 

Vivien. I should say not. Anybody who can play bas- 
ket ball like that — well — 

Marie {who has a worried expression). What about my 
ring? 

Vivien. I'd forgotten all about it, Marie. Honestly I 
had. 

Esther. I don't believe she took it. 

Marie. She said she did. 

Esther. Still I don't believe it. 

Marie. Why should sL want to be thought a thief? 

Esther. Perhaps she's shielding somebody — she's just 
that kind. 

Marie. Who is there to shield? 

Esther. That I don't know — but I do know that Sally 
Ann is no thief. 

Vivien. So do I know it. If she had taken the ring she 
would have returned it by this time. 

Marie. Unless she didn't have it to return. 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 29 

Vivien. What do you mean ? 

Marie. I mean that — perhaps she's sold it. 

Esther. Marie! 

Marie. She's poor — dreadfully poor — and she probably 
needs the money. 

Vivien. I can't believe it, 

Marie. Didn't you hear her ask if it would bring a lot 
of money? 

Vivien. Yes — but — 

Marie. Oh, of course I don't know and I'll never say 
a word about it to anybody. The ring's gone and there's 
no use worrying over it. 

Esther. You won't report it? 

Marie. Of course not. 

Vivien. That's good of you, Marie ; but mark my word 
— she's never had the ring. 

Marie. Who has it if she hasn't? 

Esther. We're going round and round in a circle and 
getting nowhere. (Suddenly.) Here's Frances ! 

Vivien (falling upon the neck of the returning heroine). 
Oh, Frances — Frances! If I only had my dishpan and my 
tgg beater I'd be a regular drum corps in your honor. 

Frances (laughing). Then I thank my lucky stars that 
we're not in the domestic science room. 

Esther. You hazre had lucky stars, haven't you? Oh, 
it was a great game — a perfectly great game ! 

Frances. So great that the defeated team won't even 
stay for lemonade and cake. 

Marie. Really ? 

Frances. Really. 

Vivien. That's no sort of school spirit. If we- hadn't 
won, we should have been sports about it. 

Esther. Well, it looked for a time as if we'd have the 
chance to prove that we're sports. 

Frances. Didn't it, though ? And wasn't Sally Ann won- 
derful? 

Vivien. Too wonderful to talk about. 



30 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

Frances. Not too wonderful to talk about, Viv. Every- 
body's doing it. 

Vivien. How does Sally Ann take all this sudden pop- 
ularity ? 

Frances. She's another girl. Her hair's all loosened 
up, her cheeks are rosy, her shyness is rubbed off a bit — 
and — in short — she's found herself. 

Esther. Found herself? 

Frances. Just as we hoped. Basket ball did it. 

Vivien. Basket ball and yoii, Frances. 

Frances {laughing). Not L 

Esther. We know better. If it hadn't been for you 
she wouldn't have slaved so at basket ball ; if it hadn't been 
for basket ball she wouldn't have had the chance to be some- 
body ; if it hadn't been for the chance to be somebody she 
never would have found herself. 

Vivien. Sounds like the house that Jack built — 

Esther. Rather — the heroine that Frances made. 

{Biit Marie^ standing a little to the left, does not join in 
the gay chatter.) 

Frances {crossing to her). You're still worried about 
the ring, aren't you? 

Marie. Why shouldn't I worry? Rings like mine don't 
grow on bushes along the way. 

Frances. Have you reported Sally Ann? 

Marie {crossly). No — and I don't intend to. I'm not 
mean enough for that. 

Frances. That's bully of you, Marie, for it would be 
downright cruel of us to spoil this day for her. {Thought- 
fully.) It's the very happiest one she's ever had. 

Marie. Well, if / had stolen somebody's ring I couldn't 
be happy about anything. 

Frances. She — didn't — steal — 

Vivien. And she hasn't the ring. 

Esther. 1-knoiv she hasn't. 

Marie {losing her temper). Oh you know a lot — all of 
you. And if it were your ring you wouldn't be so smarty 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 31 

about saying she didn't take it (Emphatically.) I knozv 
she took it — and, what's more, I know she's sold it! 

Frances. Marie! 

Marie. Oh, yes I do — 

Frances. You're jumping at conclusions. 

Marie. Oh, no, Fm not. Conclusions are jumping at 
.me. 

Frances (angrily). You thought for a while that / had 
your old ring, didn't you? 

Marie. I did not. 

Frances. Oh, yes you did. You wouldn't believe me 
when I said I had laid it on the window sill. 

Marie. I just thought that you were keeping it for fun. 

Frances. Well, you didn't act very funny about it. And 
if Sally Ann hadn't said just at that very moment that she 
had taken it, you'd probably be suspecting me. (As a nezv 
idea dawns upon her.) Girls! 

Vivien. What's the matter? 

Frances. I wonder — (pauses).' 

Esther. Wonder — what? 

Frances. If Sally Ann didn't say that to take suspicion 
away from me ! 

Vivien. Nobody ever suspected you for a moment, you 
silly girl — 

Frances. Just the same Sally Ann may have thought 
that you did. She doesn't understand all our ways — and — 

Esther (eagerly). Let's ask her. 

Vivien (shaking her head). Better not. It will all work 
out some way. 

And Tom appears upon the scene. 

Tom (coming jauntily into their midst). Why haven't 
you girls told me before this about Sally Ann? 
Marie. Told you zvhatf 
Tom. What a dandy she is. 

Marie. Why haven't you found it out for yourself? 
Tom. She sure can play basket ball. 
Marie. Being able to play basket ball isn't everything. 
Tom. Well, it came in pretty handy this afternoon just 



32 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

the same. (Turning' to Frances.) Will she be on the regu- 
lar team, Frances? 

Frances. Well, rather. She may have anything she 
wants. 

(Tom, luho evidently zn^ishes to relieve his mind of some 
zveighty matter, tries once or tzvice to speak, hesitates, clears 
his throat and stands first on one foot, then on the other.), 

Marie. What on earth's the matter with you, Tom? 

Tom. Say — do you still want me to eat with you? 

Marie. Of course we do. Didn't we invite you? 

Tom. Well — well — do you mind if I bring Sally Ann 
along ? 

Vivien (quickly). Not a bit of it. Trot along and ask 
her. 

Frances (as Tom makes a hasty exit). I'll follow up 
his invitation with one from you. She'll never come unless 
I do. (Pauses.) Shall I, Marie? 

Marie. Of course. I don't mind — really I don't. 

Vivien. And Frances — 

Frances. Yes ? 

Vivien. Make her feel that we want her — and that we — 
understand. 

Frances. Til do that. (And off she goes.) 

Marie (thoughtfully). I wonder if Frances is right 
about the ring. (Pulls a chair dozen left stage and seats her- 
self.) 

Vivien (sitting at her feet) . Wait and see. 

Esther (strolling to right). Here come the boys. (As 
Ted and Jack join them.) Coming back for eats, aren't 
you? 

Ted. Coming hack? We never left. 

Jack. Say, where's Sally Ann going to eat? 

Vivien. Right here. Tom's gone to get her — so you've 
lost out on that. 

Ted. Sally Ann's a bully sort of girl — the kind you 
could ask to go on a hike and be sure that there'd be no 
whining over things. 

Marie. Anything personal in that remark? 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 33 

Ted. Of course there isn't. Haven't I been on hikes 
with all of you? 

Marie (snappishly). Not lately. You're not careless 
with your invitations, Ted. 

Jack (who has been pacing back and forth in a brown 
study). Sally Ann has different sort of eyes — they twinkle. 

Marie. 'Twinkle, twinkle, little star"— 

Jack. Little basket ball star! 

Vivien (as she looks off stage). "Hail, the conquering 
hero comes." (Runs to meet Sally Ann and Frances as 
they approach, escorted by the important Tom.) 

Ted (pushing a chair into the center of the stage). This 
is for the conquering" hero. 

Frances (pushing Sally Ann into the chair). Sit down, 
Your Majesty, while your humble servants group them- 
selves about you. (And they suit the action to the word.) 

Sally Ann (painfully embarrassed). Oh, Frances — I 
can't — I can't — 

Frances. Oh, yes you can — and what's more you zvill. 
As your superior officer I command you. 

Vivien. I should think you'd be glad to rest, Sally Ann. 
Every bone in your body must ache. 

Sally Ann (rubbing her elbows). I didn't know I had 
so many. 

Jack. Aches or bones? 

Sally Ann. Both. 

And Bill appears — Bill, very excited, very flushed and 
creating the impression of a small belligerent bantam. 

Bill. I thought you were going to eat with me, Sally 
Ann? (Stands back of her chair.) 

Ted. Well, you thought wrong. 

Sally Ann. Why, Bill — I didn't promise — really I 
didn't— 

Bill (aggrieved) . Well, I asked you, Sally Ann. 

Sally Ann. Oh, I'm sure you didn't. 

Jack. Oh, come now, Bill ; don't make an idiot of your- 
self. Settle down and join the crowd, for there'll be eats 



34 SALLY ANN FIN'DS HERSELF. 

in a minute. (Bill nnwiUingly seats himself at the right, 
on the outskirts of the group.) 

Tom. Any more of those bu«lly cakes, Viv? 

Vivien. Lots of them. 

Marie. And mine are just as bully. 

Ted. Did you really finish them? 

Marie. Did I? They're just fine. 

Jack {with a sigh of content). It's great to celebrate a 
victory, isn't it? 

Ted. It sure is — and such a victory. 

Bill. I knew all along that your team would win, Sally 
Ann. 

Frances {mockingly). Oh, did you? 

Bill. And I stood up for it through thick and thin. 

Marie {gushingly). How sweet of you! 

Bill. Maybe you think I didn't tell those Cottwol fel- 
lows a thing or two. 

Ted. That's what won us the game. Bill. Sally Ann had 
nothing to dc with it. 

Bill. I didn't say that — and I didn't mean it. You 
know it! 

Esther. Just the same Sally Ann is queen for tonight 
— we are her ladies in waiting — 

Ted. And I'm her Lord High Chamberlain ! 

Jack {pompously). I'm a knight. 

Tom. And so am I. 

Bill. And / am — 

Ted. Court Jester ! 

In the midst of their laughter, Miss Foster enters. 

Miss Foster. Are you having too good a time to pass 
judgment on our lemonade and cake? {As they all start 
to rise.) Please don't get up — for I'm here only long 
enough to find out who are to help me serve. {As Vivien 
and jMarie rise.) Vivien and Marie — our prize cooks — 
I thought so. Tom, don't you want to pass the lemonade? 

Tom {scrambling to his feet). You bet I do! 

Miss Foster. Cold better, Jack? 

Jack. I haven't any cold. Miss Foster. 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 35 

Miss Foster (slyly). Oh, I — see! Then sneezing doesn't 
mean anything more to you than it does to Vivien. 

Vivien. Miss Foster! 

Miss Foster. And dish towels, Ted, don't always prove 
effective when used as screens. 

Ted. You saw me ? 

Miss Foster. Just your feet. 

Ted. But how did you know they were my feet? 

Jack. And my sneeze? 

Miss Foster. Well, I happened to see you both climb 
through the window — 

Marie. And you didn't mark us off? Miss Foster, 
you're a darling. 

Miss Foster. Oh, no, I'm not. I just happen to be a 
teacher who hasn't quite forgotten her own pranks. 

Vivien {as she throzvs an arm around her). I'm glad 
you haven't. 

Marie {on the other side). We're all glad. {And Tom, 
joining the gay trio, acts as bodyguard as they pass out.) 

Esther. Sally Ann, weren't you scared to death? 

Sally Ann. At first I was — everything was just blurred 
and far away — and I felt that I couldn't — that I just 
couldn't guard that girl. {Pauses.) And then — 

Esther {eagerly). Then — what? 

Sally Ann. Then I thought of how much the team 
needed me — and I thought of Frances— and all of a sudden 
something happened — and I knew that I was — different. 
I knew that I could play against anybody — and that I could 
do my part. 

Frances. You did do your part. 

Sally Ann. And I'm on the team — the team — the real 
team ! Have you all heard tJiatf 

Ted. Heard it? Well, rather. 

Jack. Didn't think for a minute, did you, that saving 
the game meant the scrub crowd? 

A clinking of glasses heralds the approach of Tom. 
Solemnly he advances zvith his lemonade and is followed by 
Marie an(/ -Vivien, each zvith a plate of cakes. 



Z6 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

Tom {as he distributes his glasses). Now, before any- 
body settles down, we've just got to drink a toast. Guess 
what it is. (Marie and Vivien stand behiiid Sally Ann.) 

Bill (rising and dramatically wnving his glass). To the 
team ! Get up — all of you. 

{They scramble awkzvardly to their feet and drink the 
toast. Then Frances — as she lightly touches Sally Ann 
on. the shoulder, cries, "To Sally Ann," a-nd again the glasses 
are raised. Sally Ann stands bezfildered and speechless. 
There are no more zvorlds to conquer. Then Ted — the ir- 
repressible — calls out, "Speech! Speech T And the cry is 
taken up.) 

Sally Ann. Oh, I can't — I can't — (and overcome by 
the suddenness of it all and the zvonder of it ail, she sinks 
back into her chair.) I'm just too happy! 

Jack {as they once more settle dozvn). Pass along the 
cakes ! I speak for one of Viv's. 

Marie {as she and Vivien pass the cakes). Well — I 
like— that ! 

Jack. And one of Marie's. That's what I was about 
to say if you'd given me time. 

Marie. Oh, no you weren't. So you won't get one of 
mine. Ted shall have it. {And Ted, taking advantage of 
the opportunity, helps himself to tzvo.) 

Vivien. Bill will patronize me — won't you, Bill? 

Bill {as he helps himself). You bet I will. I always 
did stand up for your cooking, Viv. 

Tom {not to be caught in any unfortunate partiality). 
Me for Viv and me for Marie! {Reaches each plate.) 
Thanks — awfully. 

Jack {zvith his mouth full). Um-m-m ! I didn't think 
any cake could take the place of the one I had yesterday, 
but this goes right to the spot, Viv. 

Ted {setting his glass on the floor and airily balancing 
the cake on his hand). Ladies and gentlemen! I hold here 
in my hand the most remarkable cake in captivity. It has 
more sugar than any other member of its family — 

Jack. Since you need a lot of sweetening — 



SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. Zl 

Ted. It has fewer eggs, hasn't it, Marie? {^She nods.) 
Which makes it just that much Hghter. And to prove that 
it's sweeter and Hghter and a Uttle bit better than any other 
cake in the room, I take it — so — break off a Httle piece 
— and — and — (pauses). Good gracious, Marie, the darn 
thing won't break. 

Marie. Ted! How dare you? 

Ted. It's lumpy and hard — and there's something in it — 
there sure is. 

(And as he breaks it open, a well-knoivn object comes to 
view. An excited clamor follozvs.) 

Esther (almost awe-struck). Your ring, Marie — your 
ring ! 

Marie (weakly). Really — my ring? 

Jack. It's a ring all right. How in thunderation did it 
happen to be in the cake? 

Marie. Oh, girls — girls! I must have knocked it off the 
window sill — and stirred it in the batter — 

Frances. And baked it in the oven. (Pauses.) Don't 
things happen strangely? 

Ted. Well I don't think you're very excited over it — 

Marie. Oh, but we are, Tom — in more ways than one — 

Ted. You ought to be thanking me for returning your 
property — and giving me the reward of — 

Vivien. More lemonade? Miss Foster has a barrel of it 
right over in that corner — and if you'll form a line, young 
gentlemen, and take your glasses along, you may have a 
second helping. 

Jack (reflectively). We really ought to drink some more 
toasts — to the cooks, for example. 

Tom. And I haven't enough lemonade to finish out this 
piece of cake — 

Ted. Which you hope will have a ta-ra-ra of pearls 
hidden away in it — 

Bill. Fall in — all of you! I'll lead the way. (Pauses.) 
Atten — shun! Right — zvheel! and — march! 

(Triumphantly waving their glasses and obeying orders, 



38 SALLY ANN FINDS HERSELF. 

the gentlemen guests, seeking utmost enjoyment in the flow- 
ing howlj leave the young ladies to their own devices.) 

Marie {rushing to Sally Ann who, automatically, he- 
comes the center of the circle). Oh, Sally Ann — I'm sorry 
— I'm so sorry — sorrier than I can ever tell you. 

Sally Ann. Why be sorry about it? It was my fault. 

Esther. But — why did you tell us that you took it? 

Sally Ann. Because — because — oh, don't you see that 
Frances might have been suspected — and I couldn't bear 
to have that happen when she was already worried about the 
game. And so — and so — 

Vivien. You took it all upon yourself. (Pauses.) You're 
a peach, Sally Ann — just a peach. 

Esther. And I can never make you undeFstand just how 
much — how very much — I think of you. 

Frances (as she takes both of Sally Ann's hands). And 
you did it all — for me ? (Instinctively, the other girls quietly 
leave the tzvo together. Sally Ann smiles happily into the 
face of the Adored One.) 

Sally Ann. Why shouldn't I do it — for you? 

Frances. You've found yourself, Sally Ann. 

Sally Ann. And I've found — you. 

(From off stage comes the ringing shout of "What's the 
matter zvith Sally Annf" zvith its answering clamor of 
''She's all right.") 

Frances. Do you hear, Sally Ann? Do you hear? (And 
Sally Ann nods happily.) And are you going to die of 
joy?. 

Sally Ann (with something of the old shyness). Oh, 
Frances — I think I'm just beginning — to live ! 

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By LINDSEY BARBEE. 
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A comedy drama in 3 acts; 10 females. Time, 1% hours. 
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By WALTER BEN HARE 

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All on a Summer's Day 

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